Photography: Chris Weisler Words: Brie Noel Taylor It's twilight as I walk through a thick San Francisco fog into the Conservatory of Flowers. Or, it was the Conservatory of Flowers; it has now been transformed into a glass-walled flower conservatory from old England. There are cucumber sandwiches on silver platters lining the walls. Women with scarlet gowns and long peacock-feathered headdresses crowd around tall tables discussing clues in furtive whispers, and a man dressed like a rugged Sherlock Holmes stands, orating, near a large wooden wheel carved with hieroglyphs. You see, I am at a Murder Mystery Party.